Haunted Till The End

Some things you can never mend like my scared wrists…
Some things you can never mend
Like my scared wrists
They’ll haunted me till the end
As I dared to take my life

I went into the kitchen
As 70 something pills I found
I swallowed each one
Until I hit the hard ground

I can’t remember it all
I thought it was a dream
I couldn’t open my eyes
But I could hear faint screams

I woke up in hospital
Guarded by machines
I saw teary eyed people
And than realized what I had done

By leah hoskin
Published: 10/6/2006
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